@The Oi has great stories about the times he met the other three if you ever get the chance to ask him about it.
@WellYouNeednt @The Human Q-Tip
Ah.
You are, of course, referring to the time I met Jan Stenerud, George Blanda and Lou “The Toe” Groza at a Rudy’s Barbecue.
I was a very good HS baseball player before I went down with a freak knee injury my senior year. After a recruiting visit down to Rice back in 1998, my parents took me to a Rudy’s Barbecue in Houston for my birthday. The visit went well and we were enjoying dinner with Coach Hall when three old gentlemen walked in and sat down at the table next to us.
Coach Hall nudged me and asked if I knew who any of them were. I didn’t. He laughed and said, “you will.”
Coach walked over to the table and whispered something in the youngest guys ear. He smiled and said something to the other two, who then slowly walked over to our table.
The guy Coach had talked to put his arm around me and said “ballplayer, eh?”
I was shy at the time and noticed that this guy was wearing a Super Bowl ring. One other guy had one And the third guy had multiple rings.
I just said, “oh yes sir.”
He smiled and stepped back before yelling something that sounded as it it was in another language. At that point the place fell dead silent for a moment before suddenly “I Love You Baby” by Wayne Newton came booming over the loudspeakers. It was at that point the entire restaurant (which was at about 75% capacity) turned around and began chanting “kicks kicks kicks.”
The three men joined arms around each other about ten feet from the front of our table as the crowd began to build to a crescendo. They began to do the can can with high kicks I couldn’t even believe for men their age. I thought that would be the end of it, but suddenly a waiter came out with a load of paper towels.
The waiter began to throw the paper towels at the men one by one, who would kick the paper towels with incredible precision onto one table after the next starting at the front of the house and eventually landing at ours.
Once the kicking performance was over, the three men sat down to thunderous applause. The man who had initially spoken to me came back by the table and shook my hand. “What did you think, friend?”
I could barely get a word out as he laughed and walked away from the table with a piece or my brisket in his hand, which he promptly threw up into the air and caught in his mouth while he slowly jogged back to his table.